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takaratic · 1 year

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What are some of your headcanons for either huntric or in general?

AAA thank u for asking!!!

i’m still coming up with some as days pass!! but i’ll gladly list out the ones i have right now! also, forgive me if this is more of a story-ish thing?? 😭😭 i got carried away SHJXGX

before dating – friendship/crushing

Hunter and Edric met while helping rebuild the Boiling Isles!!

they slowly got to know each other and became friends. since most of Hexsquad had already befriended Ed long before, Hunter felt like it was his turn now yk?2!2?

Hexsquad + Ed and Em + occasionally some others like to have sleepovers weekly on each saturday, they happen in either the Blight Manor or Camila’s house. in these sleepovers all of em would bond, especially Hunter and Edric.

they would ramble about wild magic to each other and how interesting it is

as their friendship grew stronger and closer; one of them starts to fall for the other. it starts as harmless butterflies in their stomachs and small blushes, those developed into full fledged feelings for the other boy as a year or two passes by (making them both 17-18 if your curious).

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let’s say Hunter was the one who fell for Ed: once he realized the way he felt, he would try his best to push it under the rug; denying its existence and not wanting to acknowledge it. he begged the Titan for it to be admiration instead of romance in the early stages of realizing, he didn’t want those confusing feelings to get in the way of their friendship, so he started to avoid seeing or interacting with the boy; not speaking when he was in the same room, avoiding all and any eye contact with him, leaving the room if he was alone with Ed.

his behavior became more obvious as months passed, causing Edric to worry about his friend. finally, he got enough courage to talk to Hunter about it.

they sat down on the couch at night while the others were fast asleep and discussed what happened, Hunter would try his best to work around questions about his feelings; focusing on Ed’s instead. it kept going like this until Edric said it out loud,

“ do you like me? in that way. ”

those words made the other teen silent, the silence becoming uncomfortable and almost unbearable. Hunter swallowed thickly before breaking the deafening silence,

“ i.. think so. yes, yes i do. ”

the shaky words pierced through Edric, carving holes for his thoughts about Hunter and how he saw him now. the situation made his heart jump out from his ribcage once he heard it all come out so gently. almost immediately reality sunk when he processed his answer, he bit his lip nervously. his hand trailed off to Hunter’s, locking their pinkies together.

“ i think i do too. ”

Hunter felt all his muscles relax, he felt a wave of relief wash over his whole body as he heard his words.

they sat on the couch—slightly nervous, mostly relieved. Edric’s face slowly turned to Hunter, his expression was pure bliss with slight anticipation, he brought himself in close proximity to the other boy, his head tilted to the right slightly as he inched closer and closer.

“ is this okay? ”

Hunter nodded—almost eager. his full focus was on Edric and his honey-coated voice that was speaking softly into his pointed ears: asking for confirmation to kiss him.

“ yes. ”

and with that, Edric intertwined their lips, closing the gap that was separating them. Ed’s hands grabbed onto Hunter’s shirt; tugging at its collar to pull him closer.

a few moments passed, now Hunter’s fingers were tangled in basil-colored hair as he continued to kiss the other. they both pulled away to catch a breath. both of the boys were panting, sharing a few giggles as they savoured this special moment.

that was. A LOT. HAHSGAHS moving onto the other hcs :D

early stages of their relationship

these dudes are awkward, nerdy, silly and gay as FUCK!!

they blush so hard at the mere thought of each other.

Ed likes to paint Hunter’s nails. it’s real guys

Hunter borrows Ed’s headband when his hair grows longer and isn’t slicked back + it’s to keep that unruly strand of hair out of the way >:D

whenever one of them is nervous, they grab onto the other’s pinky for comfort. ue ue i’m not crying, you are 🥹

Edric likes to tie Hunter’s hair in stupid ways and shower him with cheesy compliments after, causing Hunter to blush and tell him to “shut up” jokingly YEJFGSHXG

whenever Hunter’s bored he would go visit Ed or text him to come over and they’d cuddle for hours, not getting up unless it’s urgent :') /vvpos

Alador was surprised by their relationship at first but quickly became supportive RAHH!! supportive dad 🙏

they have matching pfps on penstagram omg.

when Hunter would have nightmares while sleeping next to his bf, Ed would comfort him and reassure him until he fell back asleep in his arms. 😞💝

Hunter made them both wolf characters (gawd hes a furry! 😰) and doodles them being cute on the daily

they spend most of their days together, just hanging out and cuddling. aaughhh!!! GAY PEOPLE!!!!! 😕❤️

Hunter’s extra protective over his bf (real)

they exchange wild magic knowledge with each other and take notes about it!!!! writing said notes in a notebook labeled as ‘E + H’s Wild Magic Studies n stuff’ <33

Hunter has a hard time expressing his feelings and translating them into words but Edric manages to understand him nonetheless 🫶

they occasionally show each other’s scars/birthmarks and ramble about them, explaining their cause and origin if they knew about it.

more farther in their relationship

even though they’ve been dating for 2-3 years now, they’re still behaving like how they were when they were teenagers; nervous, flustered, flirty and IN LOVE!!!!! all though, they’re more chill with affection now and don’t react as intensely as they used to

Ed forces Hunter into doing facial masks and a full skincare routine from time to time, Hunter doesn’t want to admit that he enjoys it though 🫶🫶

Edric used to wear a black star earring and gave it to Hunter on their 1 year anniversary 😕❤️

they give each other morning kisses oh. my. lawd 😓

if Edric ever got sick, Hunter would forcefully put him onto their bed and make sure the only thing he does that day is sleep, eat, drink and take medicine. this dude adores his bf so so so so much, his bf does as well 🦧

Ed likes to bring Hunter lunch when he’s at work ARGHH!!! <333

Hunter constantly gets scars on his fingers and hands due to being a palismen carver, this caused Edric to reach out to his sister, asking her for basic healing magic tips so he could heal his scars HRMDHZJXH

they still do sleepovers with Em + other Hexsquad members but not as often 🫶

they use their free time to practice and study more wild magic together at times raghhhhh <3

my mind’s still a bit blank for their relationship when they’re older 😭😭 with time i’ll probably gain more hcs tho!

thank you for reading!! ^_^ again, tysm for asking, anon, i love answering asks! <33

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destinedtobeloved · 6 months

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They are forever intertwined together, and Sarah is a fading ball of light, and Takeshi will always be a ways away, chasing the warmth as it goes.

But it doesn’t matter what is to come, because right now they are together.

Sarah and Takeshi are looking into each others eyes and nothing is perfect, but the way he moves her dark hair from her face just so he can touch her is perfect enough.

Just minutes later, Sarah will be dead and so will Takeshi, and a lifetime of pain will soon follow without the two of them staying close in orbit, but for now, they are together, and they will not think about their deaths sitting just up around the bend.

But Takeshi will be unthawed in the coming years, and he will wake with a familiar ache in his chest. He will awake in a bed that is not his and will reach across blindly, still reeling from his nightmare, clawing for the woman he had lost.

He will distract himself with other things, but the memory of her falling back with a magazine of rapid fire bullets shot into her skin, still trying to cover herself so Takeshi wouldn’t see the mess she had been torn into will stay, and everytime he handles a gun he will think of how she had once labeled them with colors and how they innocently stay on the table on their last night alive. Last night alive together.

And so the memory of her fades, and so he will fade with it, no longer being able to remember the warmth of her skin laying next to him as if it was what they were both made to do.

And maybe her stack will wash up on a beach somehwere.

Sarah will grow and flourish into the person she should have been able to be, maybe, 300 years ago, but Takeshi will stay the same. He will awake from nightmares in the night, and his head will hurt from battles stories from years ago that he will never explain in full.

He will always be a step behind and a step ahead of her, always just one movement away from being in sync, but not quite.

He will mourn for their lost time, and will hate the meth that had deemed him free- forced into what seems to be a separate and even longer lifetime of violence and pain that is his and his only.

He won’t cry, but he will crumble, and Sarah will watch, still left in the dark in her missing years, never hearing but always understanding the past he had suffered.

She will hold him tighter and kiss him longer, and she prays that it will be enough.

Regardless, she is always one step ahead and one step behind, one movement away from being in sync, but not quite.

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jackalgirl-01 · 4 months

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Unlikely Allies (Infidget Discord Secret Santa 2023 gift exchange) [complete]

Sticky note/Author's note: Christmas/Secret Santa gift for mamma panda on discord

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It was something unexpected to say at least, he knows that both he and him have different ideals on how the region will be ruled. The alchemist know this when he agreed to headed towards the warlock’s domain. The air is silents when he entrance the omnibus laid, the only source of lighting is through the opening of the broken windows of old castle. that once was inhabited by a royal family that seem to had kept the castle from decaying over the years, but now it sat in collecting dust and cobwebs that make the red wolf a bit uneasy. With the thoughts that there’s a possibly that there’s creatures within the castle’s walls make this place their home.

The cold stone floor and corridors guiding Gadget to reach his destination slowly and carefully avoiding any obstacles that were within his way that will cause any distribution to the invisible inhabitants. The deeper the alchemist walk within the castle the less light and windows seem to illuminate the area. The wolf was given clear instructions to find the warlock, pleased him to help him safe the innocents from his village from being attack by the tyrant king who lose his mind into madness from the power, wealth, and collection of magical artifacts in his collection. There was so much that the wolf can do to protective his village but fighting against the king’s advanced army isn’t one of them. There were rumors spreading that the warlock was once an ally to the king who betrayed him by stealing one of his price artifact. Letting greed clouded his mind costing him, his family and life, that the artifact he steal was either cruse or was posses by a demon that grant him magical abilities but at a price.

Some say that the artifact taken control of his body and mind becoming a puppet with no free will of it’s own, while other say it was a deal he made with a demon that made him lose everything he loved and cherished. Whatever the reason might be or that the rumors might be true the young alchemist had his quest that required to be fulfilled. He just hope that things are going to run smoothly when he come face to face with him in person.

The sound of the coven boiling is music to his ears and everything is going according to the warlock’s plan. He spent the entire of the day to hunt down items he needed for personal project that he been working on for months. Of course he had difficulties with the merchants to sell or trade the ingredients to him due to the rumors that keep floating around the region. It pay him no mind for whatever ridiculous lies the region inhabitants tend to believe in it doesn’t bother him one bit. Even now that they see him as a threat even fear him do to his powers and appearance, giving him his current reputation among the populate. And it couldn’t be help in anything form of verbal discussion to charge their minds otherwise and the jackal is fine by this outcome even tho he secretly wish to not terrific the children when he went into town.

The jackal warlock went back to his personal project and independent studies of witchcraft to help him prefect his own craft without anyway drawbacks. He already wasted time on letting his thoughts wonder without a care in the world almost forgetting about the coven. He went to his storage to grab the next ingredient on the list when he hear something or someone approaching towards his direction. Without hesitation the young warlock place the item down on one of his books and put on his helmet to hide his face and infidelity preparing himself to fight whoever or whatever decided to trespass in his home.

Gadget seem to be walking for ages given the amount of walking he have to do through the narrow passage that lead to an type of lab of some kind. The fire brighten the room with the coven still hot showing sign of usage and the owner is still nearby or in the room still. The young alchemist start to look around the the area cautionary avoiding touching anything of value. His leather belt holding his potions in place softly and quietly clack against each other and the surface of the something resealable as a table awhile the wolf search. The alchemist spotted wolf bane on top of an opened book of an spell of some type that peak his curiosity. Gadget was about to have an closer look at the contain when he feel something holding him back, preventing him from moving forward towards the area.

“That’s quite far enough! State your purpose here moral, and return back to your comfort home! If you’re foolish enough to not heady my warning, I won’t hesitate to kill you at this very moment!” a hash angering voice spoke right behind him, causing the red wolf alchemist to flicks in flight and almost drop one of his exiles that he brewed this morning before leaving on his journey. The red wolf slowly rise his hands up in form of surrendering or shown he isn’t an threat to the voice owner. Slowly the young alchemist turn around be careful not make any any sudden body movements that might be seen as him reaching an weapon.

When the wolf finally turned around, he was face to face with the person he was assigned to offer for help to protective his town. The target of all these rumors that may or may not be true with the warlock’s origins. The jackal warlock staring at him intimidating wearing his omnibus black and purple entire with his metal helmet and hands glowing an fade magenta. The alchemist stare at the warlock’s chest, then at the his yellow eyes covered with an red protective firmament of his helmet. The silent between them was fill of tension that even an drop of an pin is unwise to act between the two candida. Time seen to either move back and forward and either of them say an word to each other, until the alchemist find hos courage to speak up.

“S-sorry to in turd on your domain Mr. Warlock, but I’m here by orders of my village’s elder to request your assailant to help us. And I believe it’s worthy your time to hear me out first before killing me on the time.” Gadget say hearing that his own voice is still shaky from the tension in the room and the possible danger he’s in with a skilled an experience sorcerer in his prescient.

The jackal stare at him for few more second then cancel his prepare enchantment with the magenta glow slowly faded out of sight then slowly relax his stance still keeping his demeanor and glare toward him.

“Alright little wolf state your business, and I’ll deiced whatever or not I’ll let you continue to lived a happy cozy life that doesn’t involve me in your silly mortal’s screw ups or whatever the children say these days, messes, fucked ups? It’s doesn’t matter to me otherwise, please enlighten with your owe sad tale and I’ll give you an final judgment.”

The jackal take a seat on a nearby boulder without taking his glare off him while the alchemist regain himself and take an seat on an old rusty pail that was once used to fetch water from an nearby well or lake. That is now uses as an basket or an complete different purpose that the warlock might use in the future. Gadget steady himself on the small object and begin telling the jackal his troubling tale about the mad king’s lost of reality and his corruption affected his army to the point they have to do his dirty work. Also with the injustice and destruction he leave behind in his wake by each villages, cities, and towns he come across in his path.

When the wolf his tale the jackal was deep in thoughts conflicting with himself to even help this young male soul to defended his home from his former boss. Yes, his former double-crossed snake of a ruler that hid his true intention from his dear royal innocents subjects. Of course his madness form and worsen from the after effects of the ruby’s power after prolong exposure and lack of care that fool never see it coming, and in the end he pay the prices but at the cost of innocents.

The warlock got up from his seat and silently went to prepare a few of his belongings that are esstanissle for this type of quest. And grab an empty old traveling bag and start packing the items in his bag. Then put everything in his lab to a stop, put out the fire, and cover the cauldron with an old table cloth, while the wolf watch in awe. The jackal have everything ready now and stare back at the young freckles face of his parnter who is awestuck.

“Alright, Alchemist, you have converse me to join forces with you, to stop the king from destorying your home. But I need something in exchange as an return for my services once this is all over. This is an fair and agreement for both parties involed. It could be anything that seem fits, for now let’s not worry about that, we have bigger protities to deal with.”

Gadget noded quickly in agreement already freedoming himself from his awestuck phase, he get up, dust himself off, and place the bucklet back to it rightful place. Then he look at the warlock without any fear displaying on his body.

“Alright we better hurry and get an move on then. Also, sir, I know tis is rude of me to not ask before but can I please know your name?”

The jackal looked a bit stunned by the wolf request and stare a him in confusation.

“My name? Whatever for lad?”

“You see sir, since we’ll be adverturing and working toghter for who knows how long, I think is best for us to call each other by a first name basics. since we can’t keep calling ourselves sir for the long run. Name’s Gadget by the way, an pleasure to make your appicences sir.” the wolf say smiling conflictly that his freckles seem to streches across his cheeks with his hands toward him to offer him a shake.

The warlock look at him for a moment and take the alchemist’s hand and shake it lightly with a soft grip to preventing his sharp claws from breaking the skin.

“Name’s Infinite, and it’s a pleasant to work and fight along side you young Alchemist Gadget. Now let’s solve our problemtic king’s problem shall we?”

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raiurune · 2 years

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Monkey D. Luffy x Reader (Soulmate AU)

"You're an Idiot aren't you?"

One Piece

Wordcount: 2166

Prompt: The first words your soulmate will speak to you are written/tattooed somewhere on your skin.

You always found the words carved into you skin weird.

The world of Pirates was complicated, but the world of soulmates? Confusing, random and perhaps utterly stupid.

Romance was not your forte, it never was, and you would be more than just alright with never meeting your soulmate. After all, he had formed you're future long before you had the choice to decide for yourself.

His stupid words were like a thread, a dark promise.

'Hello! I'm gonna become the next Pirate-King, and you're now part of my crew!”

Who in their right mind would say something like this the first time to a stranger? Who, with at least a little bit of sanity – would just decide something like that? The scribbled words right over you're collarbones were messy, hard to read, but you had tried to decipher them often enough to knew that the first sentence he – or she – would ever say to you, was no question. It was more... a statement. A stupid statement, without any indication that he would consider your opinion.

And after years and years of reading the word, and slipping from problem into the other because of them – you decided, you would give him similar stupid words. Because – why not? Perhaps, if you liked him enough at first glance, you wouldn't give him something mean, but you wouldn't give him something sappy either.

At the current point of your life, you had no sympathies for the unknown Pirate left. Of course, there was the possibility of him being alright, maybe even nice enough – for a pirate at least – but his words had cursed you, were the reason why your family abandoned you, and hell, everything became a living catastrophe after a marine catched a glance of it. A asshole marine who thought he could grope you and push your collar away and deeply regretted his act after you kicked his balls, but nonetheless a marine.

Who was not happy about your rejection.

To put it simple, your received your first bounty just because your soulmate claimed he would become Pirate-king. And because he offered you a place in his Crew – or just decided you would become part of his group of weirdos. And in Marine logic, this could only mean thing: you would become a pirate as well. And even if you declined, It would change nothing, because the soulmate of a Pirate was a utterly evil as well, right?

Yeah, no, you wouldn't call yourself evil. Perhaps bitter and a little bit grumpy, but evil? That was a harsh word.

You're life was always complicated. At first, it had bothered you greatly. You were angry, cursed your soulmate into oblivion, but with time your opinion begun to shift. Not necessarily because you developed much sympathies for pirates, but certainly because you begun to understand.

The world was cruel, the World government corrupted and Pirates? Pirates were at least free. The sea was like a big save safe space, still hellish dangerous, but still – there were no rules, nobody to oppress you. Somewhere along the lines, you decided to give it a try. Travelling across the sea – not being a pirate, but you supposed there was no much difference any way. You were not a part of any crew, but you had a ever growing bounty and thus it wouldn't matter anyway.

And even if you still tried to deny being a Pirate, you silently knew that you would be one someday.

And the day came faster than you ever had thought.

You where somewhere on the Grandline, a little island without much importance. But it was a nice place to stay a few days, warm and flowery. Only the people were a little bit... disappointing. Really rude.

You had planned to stay at least a few days more, but things changed quickly.

A annoyed huff left you're mouth as you walked through the street, your ears listening to the conversations. Apparently a Pirate crew had arrived a few days after you.

It was not the first time you had heard about them. The villagers were gossiping like crazy, but surprisingly they seemed to be relatively nice. A little bit chaotic and loud but nice. The worst thing you had heard about the crew till now was complains from the owner of a clothing score. 'crazy girl who tried to negotiate him into madness', he had said to an older lady. You hadn't joined the conversation, but you listened silently, wondering which crew exactly was roaming around on the island.

Perhaps you had heard from them already?

You hoped not. A little group of nobody's was always better – less dangerous.

At first you considered skipping to the next island or simply laying low for a few days, avoiding unnecessary trouble, but the fact that the pirates were apparently somewhat nice enough, was good enough to stay.

You had no reason to interact with them, but you just supposed as long as you wouldn't bother them, they wouldn't bother you either.

But of course, you couldn't be more wrong.

It was a hot evening, the sun slowly setting as you noticed a familiar face.

A green haired guy with three swords in his hands was standing in the middle of the road, his eyes scanning his surroundings. In front of him was a shopkeeper who whirled his arms around, clearly frustrated.

You had never met this person before, but you know his name. Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zorro, first mate of the Strawhat pirates.

“I told you to take the left road! Not the right one!”

“Hah? I took the left one!”, the green haired Pirate exclaimed, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he stared the shopkeeper down.

“No you didn't!”

A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you steps slowed down. Did you really want to deal with Idiots now?

Yeah... hell no.

You would simply walk by. Ignore the discussion over directions or whatever bullshit they were talking about and mind your own business.

Simple.

This did not concern you.

The voices of the two people in front of you became louder, and your feet stopped completely.

Perhaps it would be even smarter to just turn around.

And exactly that was your plan, but before your body was even able to move, various yells reached your eyes. They were just faint at first, but became louder and louder.

In the next moment a big group of people rushed into the streets. In front of them were a few colourful beings, running away as far as they could while screaming and laughing and behind them were...

Marines.

“Fucking hell.”, you cursed.

Why the hell were Marines here? They weren't supposed to even care about this tiny island. It was to small, to important, and pirates rarely docked here! And without pirates, Marines really had no reason to be here either!

“Its the Pirate-Hunter!”, one of the white idiots screamed, while another one added. “Roronoa Zorro!”

“Catch the Strawhats!”, was another shout you were able to here.

The next exclamation however, was the most roublesome.

“That's [L/N] [F/N]! The girl who is destined to be a pirate!”

Another curse left your mouth as you started to do the same thing Roronoa was doing. Running.

You really hated your luck. In one moment you were minding your own damn business, enjoying a quiet evening and in the next? Well, in the next moment you were running from Marines, in the middle of a bunch of idiotic Rookies.

This situation had escalated quickly.

On your right side was running the root of your current problem, the Captain of the Strawhats. He was just laughing like a idiot, not appearing like he really cared about the situation. On your other side was Roronoa who first looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, until he shrugged and started to insult... some random blond guy who was running behind him. The blond was insulting him back.

A red head, a guy with a long nose and a... Racoon? Were screaming like somebody was trying to stab them, and the tall woman with black hair was the only one who appeared to be in complete control of her emotions.

Needless to say, you were really wondering just what the heck was going on?

The sudden sprint ended abruptly as the road connected into the port.

Of course you could always run along the port, it was connected to more roads in the end, but once again things happened faster than you liked them to happen.

Without a single sound of a warning, the Strawhat guy stretched his arms.

A devil-fruit user, your mind was able to whisper in the last moment, as his arms suddenly enveloped the whole group. Including you. Your body was squished against other bodies, you feet were loosing their connection to the ground and than you were flying.

Or more like you were pushed through the air like a ball and screaming like somebody was a maniac.

The connection with the ground was everything, but not pleasant.

What the hell.

What. The. Fucking. Hell.

Your mind repeated the words over an over again, your bones shaking as you slowly tried to push you body up. Your nails buried themselves into the wooden planks of a ship and-

Wait.

Wooden planks of a ship?

Your head jerked upwards, your gaze fixing on the sail above you. A big Jolly Roger greeted you.

Only now, you were really able to realize what had happened.

The Strawhat had grabbed his whole ass crew and catapulted himself on his ship, which was not even remotely near to the port. And you? You were dragged along, for whatever fucking reason.

It was sheer luck that you all didn't ended up in the middle of the sea!

The pirates around you were similar shaken as you. The guy with long nose looked like his heart just stopped, the red haired girl was punching here Captain and the Roronoa was cursing almost as colourful as you.

You were sure most of the people hadn't even noticed your presence, but once again you were mistaken.

Your eyes meet the eyes of the long nose.

You blinked. He blinked.

You both stared at each other for a few long painfully seconds.

“Uh- hello?”, you offered, but the face of the long nose blanched.

And in the next moment he was screaming, his shaky finger pointing in your direction. “W-W-Who are you?!”

“Uhm-”, you tried to explain yourself, but his shrill voice was drowning your words.

“We have a S-stoaway!”, he screached loudly, and all the movement around you stopped.

Wonderful.

He had successfully gained the attention of all the other idiots.

“I don't even want to be here! You assholes dragged me along!”, you hissed, your eyebrows twitching.

“Oh.”, Zorro mumbled drily. “Its you.”

“Its me?”, you repeated in disbelieve. He had said this like he knew you, was aware about who you were, but you were fairly certain he had no clue about you at all.

The captain, who had just watched the exchange in silence, suddenly begun to walk in your direction. His eyes were focused on you, without even blinking once. He stopped in front of you - closer than you were comfortable with - and crouched down. He continued to regard you for few seconds, until he inclined his head in a sweeping nod. His lips pulled back into a large grin and you could swear somebody was muttering a 'Oh no'.

“Hello! I'm gonna become the next Pirate-King, and you're now part of my crew!”

Your mouth parted, just to close again. The movement repeated itself over and over again and you probably looked like a gaping fish.

Your head was spinning, franticly trying to process and find the right words, but the immense disbelieve you felt was just... to much.

He was cute, you slowly realized.

And he was your Soulmate. He had spoken your words.

Your Soulmate.

The root of all your problems.

And yet, your were not able to feel even single bit of dislike for this person.

But even if you immediately felt fond of the boy, you mouth acted faster than your brain and you just said the first thing what came to your mind.

“You are an Idiot, aren't you?”

Strawhat Luffy's lips just pulled up a little bit more, his eyes glittering in excitement, completely uncaring about your unplanned little insult.

At the same time in which he answered your question, his comrades did the same.

Everybody but you chorused a more or less motivated “Yup!” at the same time.

Huh.

Perhaps... this wouldn't be so bad.

Maybe, just maybe, fate really knew what it was doing as it bound you to Monkey D. Luffy.

Only time would be able to tell.

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stevensleftpocket · 17 days

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Cure & Comfort

(17+ not really nsfw, it's more like a comforting thing)

Characters in this fanfiction:

-steven grant

-y/n

-marc spector

-jake lockley

Pairing:

steven & jake & marc x y/n

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Just another day with the moon boys with you. You four had a mission the other day, you were bruised and stuff and usually it doesn't heal that much yet.

Since you kinda get yourself hurt time to time.

Steven somehow noticed the bruise on your elbow, it hasn't been healing that much, so he goes over you and gently holds your elbow. Looking at the bruise you had, it was quite large but you manage to keep calm. Steven slowly spoke with a bit of concent in his tone, keeping his voice soft so you won't get that much of nervousness.

Steven - it hasn't been healing, innit?... You know we should actually.. You know it's time we cure that wound, it could get an infection if that goes on

Jake notices the situation so he got over there, speaking with a joke hinted on the word. He was trying to cheer you up.

Jake - sheesh, that's actually more hurtful than a knife getting cutted

Steven - jake!

Jake - i'm just kiddin'

Thought you did letted out a tiny chuckle though, but this time you saw marc going toward you while speaking. You were having a bit of a shy demeanor toward him, since two of you don't talk that much only you, jake, and also steven does.

Marc - jake how about quitting the joking for a moment and get the medical kit or.. Whatever

Marc looked over you with a bit of concern in his eyes

Marc- you okay?.. You look pretty bruised..

Y/n- hm? Nah i'm okay, it's just a tiny wound i'll be fine but thanks for the help you three

Jake finally came back with the medical kit

Jake - psh, well thanks to us we're still here, especially the nerdy one

Steven -jake do you mind, I'm focusing here (steven playfully said while also curing the wound on your elbow) y/n just needs a little rest, right?

Y/n -yeah, don't worry about me steven, i'll be fine. Maybe tommorow you'll see me already running around the 3rd floor all of a sudden (you deiced to joke around too, to lighten up the mood)

Marc - (marc lets out a tiny chuckle) yeah steven.. So you don't have to worry about anything, y/n will be fine..

Jake -yeah, like what you said. They just need rest so they could hang out with us time to time

Steven -... Mm..(steven lets out a tiny groan out of concern)

Y/n - (you noticed that so you decided to lighten him up) steven, c'mon i promise i'll be fine. If you three weren't here i would've bleed to death already but.. All of your save my lives... PEOPLES lives..(you spoke almost shaking trying to hold back a tear)

Jake -... Man.. Here comes the Waterworks.. C'moon, stop being a pussy Amigos (jake spoke as he wraps his arms around them) we'll go to a very adventurous type of city and we'lll be having a happy picnic

Y/n - (you let out a chuckle)

Steven - jake be careful with the hugging will you!

Marc - you'll get used to this..

Y/n - (you look around them with faith in your eyes while tearing down) i love you guys..

Steven&marc&jake spoke in unison - we love you too y/n!

Steven - and don't ever forget yea, luv?

END

(hello sorryy if the story was short, i tried my best doing this since it's my first time. Hope you like it though!)

#jake x reader #marc x reader #steven x reader #Moon knight #Comfort #Short fanfiction

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yourfifitherealone · 1 year

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Kiss It Better

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I look down at my hands drenched in blood but it didn't matter it was all for them. I was usually clean and swift with my kills but..this times... different. More motivation, reason, purpose, glorious purpose.

I dragged the bodies which took forever because the more heavy and muscular ones. I'm glad I threw them in a big pile before my darling could see the mess. I started cleaning everything up and right when I put the bleach away they returned to the base. "Spy! What are you doing her- is that blood? Are you hurt?!" "Uhhh...." If I lie maybe they won't notice, ignore everything "Yes but I don't want you to worry-" "Woah. You know what, if you don't tell my team I'll heal you right up, swear " "mhm. I don't think I could EVER tell them now." I said with a kind smile. "Good. Let's head to the medical bay."

While walking down the hall I feel Darling is sensing the emptiness of the place, "How was outside? I haven't been out in a while" I asked in an attempt to distract them. "Oh omg it was so cold! You don't even understand! So-"

"And yeah actually pretty embarrassing but we're here, so let me see the injury" ....

"Hey? Helloo,Spy??"

I looked up slowly at my Darling, "you're so kind." She hesitated, "uh thank you, but your wound, doesn't it hurt? You were leaning on me the entire time!" "I just wanted to be near you...It's so kind of you..to worry so much... about me." "I care about you. Are you alright? I think you lost too much blood -" I took the cloth out of my pocket and covered her mouth and nose with it. She was already close to me so it wasn't hard, I did not need to lure her. Her eyes started to close..and her body went limp.

"Let's go home. Besides... you're mine now~"

#tf2 x reader #tf2 fandom #tf2 fanfiction #Yandere Spy #Yandere Spy x Y/N #Yandere Spy x reader #Spy x Y/N #tf2 Spy #Spy x reader #tf2 yandere #Yandere x Y/N #Blu #Yandere blu spy #Yandere!Blu! Spy #short story #short fanfic #short fanfiction

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Good Omens: You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here (A Short Fic)

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Rating: T and Up (For Mild Swearing)

Synopsis: Aziraphale hates it when he has customers in his beloved bookshop. Coincidentally, so does Crowley, who comes up with a brilliant idea to keep the shop blissfully empty.

Or: Sometimes, having Crowley’s sense of imagination pays off.

Word Count: 3,122

Trigger Warnings: Snakes

These days, Crowley had proven himself to be the most effective form of customer repellant that Aziraphale had found yet. Anyone in their right mind found Crowley to be particularly off-putting because he was a walking enigma, a strange combination of something almost uncannily modern and impossibly ancient as he somehow managed to give the impression that he knew both nothing at all and so much more than any other could comprehend. Aziraphale, at least, had the hospitable personality to make his own brand of odd more bearable for humans; they often pinned him only as eccentric, while Crowley earned the pleasure of descriptors such as hostile and a mafioso, which he typically received with indifference. They were still much kinder than what his fellow demons were likely calling him down in Hell these days.

What was especially interesting, however, was how he disturbed the patrons of A.Z. Fell and Co., Antiquarian and Unusual Books. Aziraphale knew his clientele well, and most of them could handle the unsettling aura Crowley gave off. Most of them were plagued daily by evils much more menacing than the mere presence of a slightly surly demon because that was being human these days, and they drew the line not at hellish influence but at riffraff being in a store that, while not necessarily respectable, had the decency to present itself as one that was. The bookish sorts that were on the hunt for first editions were none too happy with the foul-mouthed gentleman who, when not browsing the collection and making rude, offhand comments about some of the authors as if he knew them personally, reclined in Aziraphale’s desk chair not unlike he owned the place.

Crowley liked being called “riffraff” much less than a “mafioso,” so he had made it his mission to make the customers- especially the ones who gave him dirty glances instead of minding their own bloody business- as miserable as possible. Aziraphale, of course, would never endorse poor behavior, but Crowley certainly didn’t see him running after the customers he chased away.

Unfortunately, as with Aziraphale’s other methods for keeping customers at bay, deploying Crowley on the poor masses was not a foolproof plan.

This was the lamentable case on an especially gloomy May afternoon, on which the weather decided that London deserved a dreary day after a short bout of pleasant ones. The rain came down in sheets, the wind was fierce enough that passersby were losing their umbrellas left and right, and the sky was dark and dismal despite it being barely noon. The unlucky ones who had been caught on the street in the storm were taking refuge in whatever shops were closest by, which, damn it, included the bookshop, a building that, Aziraphale now realized, appeared a little too welcoming compared to the tempest brewing outside. It wasn’t uncommon for him to close up shop on days like these, but the rain had come abruptly, and he had been flanked before he even thought to turn the sign on the front door to “CLOSED.” He couldn’t very well kick these people back out onto the street in these conditions, could he?

Well, technically, he could…

No. No, no, no. That was foul thinking. That crossed the boundary from protecting his property into just being plain mean.

Therefore, Aziraphale was rendered helpless to watch as not only the usual type of scholarly customer he’d come to expect browsed his collection but also those of less invested stock, people who would never dare step foot into an antique bookstore otherwise and who, under fair assumption, were unaware of how to handle the inventory with the reverence it deserved. He listened as the tourist types gushed about how cool it was that he knew about Shakespeare, one of them then proceeding to peevishly ask what a folio edition was and, upon a weak attempt to show off their limited Shakespearean knowledge by testing his, appeared entirely perplexed at the mention of any title that wasn’t Romeo and Juliet or A Midsummer Night’s Dream. He watched as one especially bored-looking patron kept pulling books from shelves and flipping through the pages haphazardly; no damage was done, but each time he caught them disinterestedly skimming, breathing escaped his mind, and he genuinely contemplated the extent of his self-control if a page were to tear. He unsubtly guarded the stacks of books on the floor with his body as more people came in. He firmly snipped through gritted teeth at several of them to Please, I implore you, wipe your feet and leave your umbrellas at the door!

He knew they all picked up on his odd behavior; several had glared back at him or whispered about it to their friends and partners. But Aziraphale was eccentric, not hostile or intimidating or any of those nasty things, and the musty shop, even with its quirky proprietor, was Heaven on Earth compared to the whirlwind outside.

It might have been tolerable if his emotional support demon hadn’t been so kind as to leave him to meekly fend them off himself without saying a word. Aziraphale wasn’t even certain when Crowley had wandered off or if he was still in the shop at all, but his Bentley was still very illegally parked outside. It was entirely plausible that he had just stepped out for a breath of fresh air (stir-crazy was all too achievable a state for him, especially when the shop was this busy), which the angel would have understood if he had only mentioned that he was taking a much-needed breather. Having someone to nonchalantly convince people to keep their hands to themselves with little more than a menacing comment or two would have been immensely helpful.

Aziraphale could feel himself getting worked up, which was a manner of being that he had yet to figure out how to adapt to. Stress-induced adrenaline made it feel like someone had taken a blunt and exceptionally sizeable club to the back of his head since fight or flight was a necessary attribute for an angel of his stature, and he was actively ignoring the growing urge to gamble on which it would be if he followed his base instincts (Heaven had failed to consider that this particular angel would, in fact, have a much higher quality of life if they had skimmed on this feature). His body yearned for sleep that it didn't truly need, and the din of small talk bounding off of the walls and the occasional crackle of thunder kept him far from the brink of calm. His manicure had long since been ruined as he absently bit at his nails.

He hadn’t been this irritable in a long, long time. Most of the time, it wasn’t in his nature, but nature be damned; he wanted these people out, and he wanted them out now.

Again, no. The responsible thing, Aziraphale reminded himself, would be to excuse himself, step into the backroom, and ground himself. The protective book collector and kindly neighborhood angel sides of him were at war, and for once, he needed to let his hospitable side take over the care of their home turf. Extenuating circumstances and all. If he could take a moment and flip the switch over to rational thinking, he would be better equipped to handle individual problems instead of grouping them all together, wrapping them collectively with caution tape that read DANGER! DANGER! YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL! in alarming bold letters. No one had tried to make off with anything yet, which was slightly reassuring, though he needed to be prepared to think quickly on his feet if someone did.

But then he remembered. He couldn’t leave the store unmonitored, and Crowley was still absent.

So, instead, he sulked. Like an uncharacteristically ornery dove, he observed scanning the shop from his desk with a withering glare. Everyone who passed him eyed him in return as if to say, Look at him, so deep in thought! Someone who owns a shop like this must be some sort of genius, thinking up all sorts of brilliant ideas.

In actuality, he was thinking, Who the Hell opens a bookshop when he doesn’t want to sell his books?

Lord, he could all-too-clearly identify Crowley’s cynical influence in his inner thoughts these days.

In recent years, it had come to his sharp attention just how asinine of an idea it had been in retrospect. But he had grown far too attached to the place over the years, and if those dark-suited businessmen so hellbent on getting their hands on prime real estate found out that he wasn’t using it as the commercial property it had been set aside for, they would eat him alive. Angels (or, at the very least, this angel) were silly like that, rife with sentimentality and ever prepared to turn a house into a home and stay there for hundreds of years, even to their own inconvenience.

Aziraphale peered mournfully out the window for a fleeting moment. The rain was showing no sign of letting up. Patience was yet another virtue that Aziraphale was losing his grip on.

It was then that, at the back of the store, a blood-curdling shriek rang out. Several customers jolted and retreated towards the front. Amidst the chaos of frantic footsteps and confused chatter was the sound of a leather-bound volume hitting the ground; Aziraphale made a mental note to make that his second priority.

He leaped up from his chair, sending it flying back into the desk with a clatter, and sped towards the sound of the scream. The source met him halfway; she was in her mid-50s, gaunt, and red-faced with fury. In her hands, she held an original 1901 copy of the American Standard Bible, which she promptly thrust at Aziraphale’s chest.

“I don’t know what kind of establishment you think you’re running here,” she gasped, “but this is unacceptable!”

Stammering, Aziraphale couldn’t help but wilt as she raved. “Ma’am, I do apologize, but I really have no idea what you possibly could be talking about!”

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Letting pests roam free like this!” She skittishly circled him and eyed the floor with alarm.

Gaping, Aziraphale resented the notion, but first: “What kind of pests?!”

“There appears to be a, um… snake hiding in a stack of books?” another patron chimed with about half as much alarm as the first.

Sighing, Aziraphale thanked the Almighty that at least it wasn’t rats; Crowley had proposed employing (employing had been the operative word, and he had not elaborated to the perplexed Aziraphale) a small army of them to keep the shop dingy because they were supposedly very effective workers and shockingly obedient under the proper guidance. He had staunchly refused, as rats chewed things and left droppings wherever they pleased and were, in a general sense, more of a risk than he was willing to take.

The relief began to fade as he realized what had been said. “What did this snake look like?”

“Big and dangerous,” sputtered the first customer.

“Big, yes,” offered the second. “It was also black, except for a stripe of red along its underside. Its teeth were rather large and sharp, too- we saw them when it hissed.”

Oh, fiddlesticks.

“It could have killed us!”

“Oh, yes, indeed.” Aziraphale feigned concern in a tepid effort to disguise how little he truly worried that someone would be harmed, which no one seemed to pick up on. Collectively, the patrons recoiled with alarmed gasps. “I’m quite familiar. Dreadfully venomous, I’m afraid. I’m not quite sure how the poor thing would have gotten in here, but he- it certainly cannot stay.”

The customers had evacuated themselves by “dreadfully venomous.”

Conspiratorially, he locked the door behind them, pulled the blinds, and guiltily satisfied, flipped the “OPEN” sign on the door over.

“Crowley!” he bellowed, voice reverberating throughout the store. No answer. He strolled along the aisles and occasionally stopped to peek behind shelves and stacks of volumes to no avail, stopping briefly to put the Bible back in its rightful place. “Crowley?”

As he passed through, it became abundantly clear that everything was suspiciously as it had been before the spike in business, a feat that was, quite simply, remarkable and otherwise impossible. He even found himself unable to find whatever book had been dropped and rest assured, he had been diligently checking. The sheepish way he grinned to himself was irrepressible, although he certainly attempted to maintain a stern face.

Aziraphale passed the Austens, and just beyond the shelf was when he heard it: the faint sound of hissing, curling around him like a vice, setting his veins ablaze. Despite his blood suddenly boiling with a fire that transcended anything mortals could put into words, he shivered but nonchalantly wiped the nervous sweat from his brow and chastised the otherworldly voice. “You know I hate it when you do that.”

Another hiss sounded out. Aziraphale glanced frantically around. Though it sounded like secretive serpents surrounded him from all sides, he knew there was only one culprit, and the slippery bastard had to be around here somewhere.

“I’m not upset,” he insisted as he knelt down and swept his hand along the floor underneath a dusty old armchair that no one had taken it upon themselves to use in years, as it was fairly uncomfortable-looking and stashed towards the back of the room.

Yet again, Crowley called. There was something musical to the sound, as if he were mocking Aziraphale, taking immense pleasure in this little game.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what makes you think I’m upset! Now, come out here this instant, you wily old serpent!”

There was no response this time. Aziraphale moved to check underneath a table with an indignant huff. No Crowley, and when he stood and whirled around, he saw a looming figure reclined in his chair; he jumped, grabbing at his chest more out of habit than necessity.

“You know I hate it when you do that!” he repeated. Crowley let out a derisive cackle, propping his elbows on the arms of the chair like royalty claiming a throne.

“You’ve never had a problem with it before.”

“Out there.” Aziraphale gestured sharply at the door. “In here, there’s no telling who it could be. I’ve had break-ins before, you know.”

“Oh, trust me, angel, you’re not going to have any problems for quite a while.” A cocky smirk played at his lips, and beneath what should have been menacing words was another chuckle fighting its way out.

Aziraphale focused suspiciously on adjusting his waistcoat and bow tie, both having gone askew as he scoured the shop. “That wasn’t very nice,” he mumbled.

“And neither was you calling me ‘dreadfully venomous.’”

“Aren’t you?” Aziraphale glanced up at him sideways with genuine confusion.

Crowley thought carefully for a moment, shrugged, and spun the chair around absently. “Probably. I dunno. Never actually bit anyone.”

“Either way, I had it under control.”

“Oh, you did not. I could smell the fear coming off you from a mile away.”

“I wasn’t afraid.”

“Bullshit.”

“Language!”

“For the last hour, you’ve been sitting over here, all nervous. Watching people like a hawk. Going all red in the face. Biting your nails.”

Crowley pointed lazily at Aziraphale’s hands, which the angel hurriedly shoved behind his back.

“Sorry to break it to you, angel, but people who have it under control don’t do that.”

“I- Well- Well, what are people going to say when they find out I have snakes in my store?”

Conspiratorially, Crowley leaned forward. “Easy. Nothing.”

Aziraphale thought he caught a playful wink behind his sunglasses.

“Besides,” he continued, “didn’t see you begging them to stay.”

Opening his mouth to defend himself, Aziraphale stopped dead in his tracks for a long moment as Crowley eyed him expectantly. He thought about the many ways he could have handled the situation besides feeding into the panic, such as reassuring the crowd that Crowley was ultimately harmless (which, these days, was mostly true), claiming the serpent as a pet, or even performing a minor miracle to help ease their woes. It occurred to him, as many of his actions did these days, that maybe- just maybe - he had fed into irresponsibility, and now that he saw the empty bookstore, everything in its place, and the chaos having given way to the peace and quiet he so found solace in, maybe the selfish feeling of relief was something he wanted to give into.

“Of course not.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “How could I when there was a dangerous creature roaming about?”

“You flatter me, angel,” Crowley deadpanned. Aziraphale scoffed mischievously. “What’re you going to do now that your schedule’s miraculously opened up?”

“What I always do on rainy days.” He began to beam, and the sun might as well have been shining outside, it was so bright. “Snuggle up with some cocoa and a good book.” He reached around Crowley and picked up a hefty, well-worn, and well-loved copy of A Tale of Two Cities off of his desk and gently waved it temptingly at Crowley, who groaned.

“Again?”

Aziraphale’s smile faded. “It’s a classic!”

“It’s boring.”

“You’re more than welcome to go home if you’d like.”

Of course, Aziraphale was bluffing, and so was Crowley as he feigned, considering it as he watched the ominous clouds hovering over London, still drenching the few passersby that dared be out in this weather.

“No, no, I’ll stay. Just don’t expect me to read it with you.”

“I never do, do I?”

And while Crowley did not, in fact, read alongside Aziraphale and took a substantial glass of wine over steaming cocoa, he did listen as Aziraphale reacted strongly to the words he’d read a million times before, muttered quotes under his breath, and occasionally piped up with tidbits of information and “fun facts” that Crowley cared only about because they came from him. On the rare occasion that the phone would ring, he took it upon himself to oh-so politely pick the receiver up and put it right back down, something Aziraphale thought about chastising him for, though ultimately decided not to.

For once, Aziraphale had taken a spot on the couch, and without hesitation, the part-time guard snake and full-time companion took it upon himself to use the angel’s shoulder as a pillow. He really hadn’t been lying when he said Dickens was a bore, after all, and his chronic stir-craziness seemed conveniently nonexistent that afternoon.

Once he was asleep, it was Aziraphale’s job to field the occasional call, each one of which he proudly answered with the assurance that they were quite definitely closed.

#good omens #aziraphale #aziraphale good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #fluff #short story #fanfic #fanfiction #crowley is a bastard and that's absolutely what aziraphale likes about him #short fanfiction

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thatbrokenpromise · 3 months

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Ohhh smut prompts! I'm very intrigued by the Far/Rabbit/Ordon ship. 10 and/or 14? And Lemon level <3

500 words, just for you! It doesn't quite go into full-on sex but this is meant to stay short LOL. Enjoy!

"Bite me!" "No, you'd enjoy it too much."

"Don't be so gentle with me. I don't break that easy."

#ask games #short fanfiction #zelda fanfiction #That Broken Promise #Linkshipping #smut fanfic

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revillage-jokes-and-theories · 1 year

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Short Fanfiction #2

_ Mother ?

Cassandra searching the countess in the Opera House. But, in place, she found a diary of an experience on the writing desk.

“Bela awoke the first, so, in the next days of the experiment, I decided that she will be the eldest. I know that Cassandra is the eldest, but I think that she needs to have somebody, between her and me, who commanded her when i couldn't. She’s really... unstable.”

_ Cassandra ? You’re here ?

Cassandra heard the voice of Bela. Her scythe is ready. She grunts.

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #Re8 #resident evil village fanfiction #castle dimitrescu #dimitrescu #short fanfiction

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thranduilswifesblog · 1 year

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Thank you for @lazymeriadoc who have me an idea to write a short fanfict for Elrond. Where Elrond is on his limits and feel absolutely lost and he just talk to himself and imagining Elros is by his side

Elrond was sitting alone, everything become more chaos, after he found out about Galadriel and Halbrand. Thank's to Valar that they can make the rings and saved the entire elves. But he can feels that this is just the beginning for everything come to ruin.

"hai Elros..." He talked to himself "how are you? I just want to tell you that, I think I made a mistake and I don't know how"

"we managed to forge the rings and prevent our kin to go perish, but there's something that bother me. I have a very bad feelings about this rings. And my friend, she make a very serious mistake, I want to help her, but I think I can't. It's beyond my power. What should I do? Elros, I am lost without you"

"Elros did you know I haven't see mirror in a very long time because everytime I see myself in there what I see is you, and our memories. You are the one who guided me, always there for me, and protect me. It's been more than a thousand years but still I can't let it go. Growing together, and then I watching you get older while I am remain the same, and when the time comes, I saw your last breath, on your dead bed. Still feels like a dream to me"

"sometimes I am tired being kind to everyone, listening to their story, but when it came to me, no one willing listen to mine. No one in this arda want to listening to my story except you. And now you are gone, I don't have anyone. Only me and your shadow that I have in my mind"

"I don't know if you listen to this, but I just want to say help me, and I miss you alot"

suddenly Elrond felt a warm touch on his shoulder, and there was a faint whisper in the wind "I am always watching you"

End then Elrond smiles, a tears shaped on his eyes

For me it's still not enough angst and sad. I need something more depressing than this. But atleast I tried 😭😭

#rings of power #elrond #robert aramayo #short fanfiction #thank you merry!#i love you!!!

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disastercomingfaster · 1 year

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Okay folks; I am obsessed with hurt/comfort one shots but I need specific fandom ones. Please comment any quality hurt/comforts with the following ships;

- Bechloe (pitch perfect)

- wolfstar (Harry Potter)

- ronance (stranger things)

- jorie (victorious)

- pretty much any lesbian ship from Harry Potter

#short fanfiction #fanfiction #one shot #hurt/comfort #Bechloe #pitch perfect #Harry Potter #victorious #jorie #wolfstar #stranger things #ronance #help #fanfiction finder

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eleanore-delphinium · 2 years

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Pillow Talk

I felt extremely cold. A chilliness from the surface that seeped deep into my core. This happened often, but this time it had become terrifyingly cold for too long.

I remember looking at a couple, whom both had black hair. The male- Damian, had green eyes and tan skin. The female- Raven, had violet eyes and pale skin. I often see them gaze at each other in such a loving way, I admit, I was rather envious of it.

I wanted that gaze, not necessarily from one of them, but that warm gaze, I wished was directed at me.

Would that remove the chilliness I was feeling? Likely not.

It was cold and it looked invitingly warm. They looked invitingly warm.

I, however, hadn't seen Damian in so long.

I wondered why.

Consequently, I didn't see Raven either.

I suppose you two would come to see me again one day, after all, I knew you two were busy, and you rarely came to see me together consecutively for– at the very least– three days.

So, I suppose, I shouldn't be so bothered by the absence. As the absence was quite the norm. But I couldn't help but feel an extreme dread that shook me deeply.

I didn't like it, maybe because it was coupled with the coldness that I wanted gone.

~.~.~.~.~

I saw Raven again, she was in tears. I didn't understand why she couldn't stop crying. She would stare at her bed and break down. She couldn't even approach her bed, she would only lean against her bedroom door and weep and then leave suddenly. Sobs were left behind her trail as she fled.

I could hear her cry from the other room too.

It was like that for days which then became weeks.

I haven't seen Damian in that time. It was odd. He seemed like the type of man who would beat whoever made his lover cry– the way she was now, but why wasn't he doing just that?

In fact, where has he been, it's been months since I last saw him.

~.~.~.~.~

You'd think I'd see Raven more often as we lived in the same building. But I rarely saw her. It started when she would come back to the apartment in tears. Her habit of crying against her bedroom door or in her living room was something I took note of though.

And Damian's absence.

An absence that could not be ignored.

Still, with all this happening, the coldness didn't leave me. In fact, it felt like it had become me.

Please come and visit me.

As if Raven heard me, she entered their bedroom with resolve in her eyes.

Will she not cry this time around?

The tears pooled in her eyes but she bravely took a step forward toward their bed. She walked to her side, her entire body shaking. With quivering fingertips, she touched the cool sheets.

I wondered if you now understand my chilliness.

Suddenly, Raven dropped to her side of the bed, bursting into tears.

"Damian…" She whispered, it sounded like she was calling out for him.

But I do not see the black-haired, green eyes man.

Where the hell is Damian?

It seemed that she had been crying quietly because she missed him. Why the hell hasn't he come and visited her then?

It was clear that she wanted to see him. And from what I knew of him, he was not someone who would make Raven miss him to this extent.

But the reason why I want him here is because when he comes to visit her, then they will be together again with me.

"Damian…" Raven continued to weep and I was left confused.

Raven lay on her side of the bed gazing at the space where Damian would lay. Her fingertips brushed the sheets of his corner. Tears fell onto her pillow.

"Damian, why did you leave me?" The chilliness I felt was replaced by sheer dread.

I should be thankful.

I wasn't feeling cold anymore.

But I was extremely sad.

"Damian… why…" She wept, retracting her hand from Damian's side of the bed. "Why did you leave me?"

Leave? How did he leave?

I wanted to ask Raven so many things. The coldness from within me had turned to something else that felt like a knot that could not be described.

Raven screamed suddenly and I was startled by the sudden screech and she suddenly curled on her side of the bed.

She fell asleep in tears and continued to mumble in her sleep. I wish I knew what was happening. There was a fear that permanently replaced the coldness inside of me.

Damian left?

Raven acted the same way as the days passed, inching ever so closely towards Damian's side of the bed. The way she hesitated to go any closer made me confused.

I suddenly remembered how Damian would often tell her, "You are awfully too cold."

And thus, oftentimes she would be sleeping in his arms.

Sure, the couple had their designated sides on the bed but when they were together and in each other's arms, such lines did not exist. They were always in each other's arms. So to me, I didn't understand Raven's hesitance, after all, sleeping on her boyfriend's side wasn't something new to her. Because sometimes he'd hold her solely on his side and she would hold him back. Her head would lay on his arm.

I recall how the two would gaze at each other quietly, eyes locked at one another for hours. And the kind of warmth emitting from them.

But now, Raven would just cry with longing eyes whenever she gazed at the other side of the bed. And it started to make my core ache.

~.~.~.~.~.~

I realized something, I never noticed till now, but Raven seemed to often stand in front of their closet and stare long and hard at the clothes there, like what she was doing now.

She had been standing there for over an hour. And then suddenly her fingers touched Damian's clothes. She took one of his jackets off the hanger with shaking fingers.

Raven dropped to her knees in tears as she hugged the piece of leather.

"Damian." Was the only thing she whispered now and then as she wept in silence.

I still didn't know what happened to him, and I truly wished I did. There was one thing to take away from this moment though, Raven wasn't screaming in tears anymore.

That had to be a good thing, right?

I came to want to comfort her so badly as these kinds of days continued. It seemed endless- her tears, her longing for a man who hasn't appeared.

I wanted to hold her, the way Damian did whenever she was upset.

And then suddenly, I felt a weight against me. I don't know how many days passed with Raven acting the way she had been, but it seemed that something had changed now.

Raven's head rested gently against me. She was in tears yet again, nothing new.

Her pale fingertips were making circles against me. I can finally ask what happened to Damian, I can finally try and comfort her.

"Damian, I miss you so much." Her voice cracked and I felt perplexed.

Would I finally know what happened to Damian Wayne?

"Why did you leave me?" She asked for the nth time as she buried her face against me and she inhaled deeply. "It smells just like you." Her voice broke as she cried.

"The pillow you used to lay your head on." She wrapped her arms around me. "The spot where you used to lay." She curled herself on Damian's side of the bed, her face buried deep into me.

Yes, me, Damian's pillow.

"Why did you die and leave me like this?" I wanted to point out that her words seemed selfish, but I recalled how Raven had been acting since Damian did this die thing.

I wondered how permanent this 'die' was.

Could you not follow him there?

Surely, from what I know of him, he would follow you anywhere. He would follow you if you die.

So, why is this 'die' such a hard thing to accept and go to? Is it not like that door you and him would go through to get from the bedroom to the living room?

Is it…not that simple?

You fell asleep holding me– gripping me really– clawing deep into my core. At least now I am feeling some kind of warmth.

#damirae #damian wayne #raven roth #raven #Teen Titans #dc #character death #starcrossed lovers #angst #sad #love #romance #Short fanfiction #demonbirds

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You are special (short Rainbowshy fanfic) one-shot [Completed]

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚: 𝑀𝑙𝑝: 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 (𝑔𝑒𝑛 4, 2010)

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦, 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒, & 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑜𝑐)

𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ/𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦/𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ, 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ & 𝑃𝑖��𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦 & 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.4𝑘

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12/3/23 update: Fix writing and grammar errors

A very old fanfiction written back in January 26, 2019 and originally posted it on fanficion.net

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It was a sunny day in Ponyville with the town ponies going to the market. Finding that perfect gift for their special somepony. The town is covered in red and pink decorations everywhere. Even some of the business’ windows have hearts and hooves theme painting on them. A sky blue mare with a rainbow colored mane and tail wearing a yellow scar around her neck, was walking through the market and booths looking at the items being sold at the fast paces.

"This is hopeless. I didn't think I'd be able to find something, aaahhh! Okay Dash, calm down. there might be something left, you just need to figure out something. She won't mind you being bad at this type of stuff, right?" saying more to herself than out loud in earshot, leaving out a sigh of desperation she was about to head to the next booth when she heard somepony call her name within the coward of customers bringing her out of her thoughts.

A pink mare with fluffy hot pink mare and tail happily appears out of nowhere bouncing towards her while, balancing boxes of pack sweets and goods on her head and back causing Dash to flitch in flight. Fearing that the boxes will tilt over and ruin the orders inside.

"Rainbow Dash! Hi! What are you doing here Dashie? Oh! Are you here to buy something! Wait! Didn't tell me! You're buying something for some pony special are you!?" The pink pony asks in excitement, still bouncing up and down happily.

The sky blue pegasi doesn't mind the pink party pony bubbly personality, but at times she can be a bit unpredictable, even crazy with going over the top. Along with creeping their friends out at times. Either way she doesn't mind the pink pony way of handling things in stressful situations.

"Hi Pinkie, uh...I was having trouble finding something special for somepony this year, heart, and hooves day. I was planning on going with flowers, but I didn't think I'd have enough bits to buy something else that would give that awe factor." response Dash nervously feeling a bit unsure to tell the truth. But to her surprise Pinkie pulls out a stuffed winterfox out of her saddle bag and gives it to her.

"I'm guessing you’re having a hard time deciding on what to give Fluttershy this heart and hooves. Luckily for you the Cakes and I are selling these plushies with our baking orders. This take around the orders are stockpiling like crazy! Anyway I'll give this to you as a friend discount, hopefully you'll find something for her that will make her smile." Pinkie pie says happily despite the mood around her. Dash just smiles a bit, feeling warm inside by Pinkie’s kindness.

"Thank you Pinkie, really, Now I need something for the animals. probably buy them toys or some food." Dash seemed a bit lost in thoughts while Pinkie pie was delivering the orders from left to right. Some of the shops are now putting out stock signs on the display windows and their booths. And the town ponies were heading home to prepare their thoughtful gifts and dinner for tonight.

Dash went inside one of the shops to look around not soon after Pinkie pie was left behind to finish with her deliveries early. The shop opened a few weeks ago and specializes in pet clothing and toys. Everything is 75% off leaving Rainbow enough bits to pay for each item once.

"Dash, how are we going to carry these to Fluttershy's cottage? The two of us can't carry them all at once." say Pinkie while helping get clothes for each animal. She finished with her shift and met up with Dash at the clothes selection. Voicing her concern to her.

"I have an idea, Pinkie, but you have to trust me and we need a bit of help." Rainbow responds to her, walking up and places the clothes on the checkout counter.

*****

Fluttershy was outside her cotton attending and feeding her animal friends their afternoon sacks this fine evening. Heart and Hooves is a holiday that Fluttershy's was a bit nervous about since it’s the holiday if somepony will ask her out on a date or not. The thoughts of that had poke its head out during this time of year. And she knows she couldn’t get her hopes up too much.

Due to her shyness, the yellow pegasus mare has trouble speaking in public along with flying. Her self-confidence and self-esteem were low with self-doubt sparkle in her plate. After years of bullying from her bullies from flight school in Cloudale. Until Rainbow dash challenges them to a race for her honor causing her to fall off a cloud due to their flight speed. After that she got her cutie mark at the same time Dash performed a sonic rainboom and looked for her.

Both her and Dash got their cutie marks on the same day along with the other mare six. Fluttershy was about to head back inside her cottage, where she saw a brown color pegasus mare. With red, green, and white color mane and tail along with matching scarf walk up to her with a clipboard under one of her wings. With a delivery cart full of boxes behind her.

"Good evening madam, I’m here to ask you to offer your signature here on this slip of paper. To confirm that you have received your packages this evening." said the brown pegasus mare, giving her a smile while she offered her a pen to sign.

Fluttershy looks confused at first but takes the pen while the mare holds the clipboard up for her. When the slip of paper was completely signed off. The pegasus put the clipboard back under her wings and took a quick look around the area.

"Um, excuse me, ma’am, Why are you here? I didn’t order any packages today. Is there something that I need to know about?" ask the yellow pegasus feeling her shyness and anxiety beginning to creep up on her slowly by each passing moment.

The brown mare looked at her and was glad to answer her client's questions even though it was posted to be a surprise for them from their sweetheart.

"Oh! I'm here to deliver these pet items to your resident, since someone already paid for them out of their own pocket. and ask the post delivery service to send them here, honestly I find this a bit sweet. Whelp I'll be better off then, I don't want to finish the job late. Anyway have a happy Heart and Hooves day."

Before Fluttershy could respond to them, the brown pegasus was on her way to deliver more packages leaving the yellow mare with an unload stack of boxes in front of her. Not soon after her interaction with the volunteer delivery mare. She saw Dash and Pinkie walking up the path to her cottage. Fluttershy starts walking toward them still feeling a bit surprised on the delivery but quickly shakes it off.

"Hi Guys, what brings you here? are you the ones who pay for all this?" ask the yellow pegasus looking up at her friends and point her hoof out towards the stack of boxes in front of her cottage door.

Pinkie pie bounced up to her and nodded happily.

"Yup! But it was really Dashie's idea! She wants to give you something for Heart and Hooves day this year! Honestly I'm surprised she spent all her bits on this!" Pinkie says happily and heads off to see the animals. Leaving Dash and Fluttershy alone together.

"Rainbow do you…? I mean it's not like I.." Fluttershy was a bit hesitant to even form words from her mouth at this moment. Rainbow takes a few steps closer up to her and gives her a gentle kiss on her lips. Causing Fluttershy to blush a bright red shyly and slowly kiss her back.

The kisses seem to last for a long moment with time slowly slowing down for them, until both of them break the kiss needing to breathe and get oxygen back into their lungs. Both of the mares look at each other blushing from the exchange and looking into each other's eyes.

"Happy heart and hooves day Fluttershy." Rainbow looks in her eyes while Fluttershy looks back in hers.

"Happy heart and hooves day Rainbow." Fluttershy response back.

Both pegasus mares start walking up to the cottage, seeing Pinkie pie lending a helping hoof out with unpacking boxes. And storing some of the items in their rightful place with a pegasus pair following close behind her.

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Some thoughts on ficlets, drabbles and other short-form fanfics:

I think that so far, one of my most important developments as a writer this year is feeling more comfortable with my focus on ficlets and drabbles. It used to be that I felt bad every time I posted anything shorter than 1k words, because everyone around me was writing long oneshots and multi-chapter fics, and I felt that super-short fics were low-effort and lazy. It was especially bad earlier this year, when I picked up a new fandom, began writing nothing but ficlets and watched in horror as my word count got smaller and smaller.

But something I've come to realise is that no, I haven't gotten worse at writing. I haven't gotten lazy. It's just that, right now, the fics I want to write most are things like short independent scenes, character introspection and tiny morsels of fluff and/or angst – all of which are perfect for a super-low word count. Don't get me wrong, there are some longer stories I want to tell as well, but those stories are currently on the back-burner. And besides, there's something about the lower amount of pressure for writing ficlets that really appeals to me.

Hell, if anything, I'm coming to realise that writing short-form stories seems to be a valuable strength of mine. It might just be that I'm better-suited as a short story writer than as a novelist. Is that a problem? Of course not! Someone who knitted a child's beanie isn't a worse knitter than someone who put together a quilt for a king-sized bed. They're both knitters regardless, and damn good ones at that! We need to let go of this idea that a bigger word count always equals a better story. Because it doesn't. Some ideas just work better in a shorter form. And that's okay.

There's nothing to feel bad about if you write short fanfics – even if short fanfics are all you write. Ficlets are just so damn fun to read, whether it's a small fluffy scene or a brief but gut-punching moment. Their existence is a blessing for readers who don't have the time and/or attention span for longer fanfics. Let's all spread the love for ficlets! 💜

#musings #fanfiction #fanfics #short fanfiction #ficlets

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Meaning of Life | soukoku | Chapter Two

"ᴀʀᴇ ʏ��ᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?"

Nakahara Chuuya’s one wish in life is for Dazai Osamu to disappear forever. Or at least, that’s what he thinks. Dazai Osamu’s one wish in life is to find a beautiful woman to commit double suicide with. Or at last, that’s what he wants Chuuya to think.

a short soukoku fanfiction (around 3-4 chapters) Chapter Two tw: suicide and blood word count: 1.3k this chapter doesn't have much action. chapter three will be more entertaining.

Two days later, it was Saturday.

The south docks were usually very busy, as it was where most foreign cargo came and went. Which meant that there were also a lot of foreign people, many who couldn’t understand or speak Japanese fluently. Chuuya kept a lookout for any members of the Guild he knew, ready for a fight just in case he ran into them. During the Guild battle, he and Dazai had gotten back together as Twin Dark for one more mission - destroy the Guild members guarding Q and get the young child back. Back then, Chuuya had used ‘Corruption’ because he trusted Dazai. And he still does…it's just that, whenever Chuuya thinks of Dazai these days, an unfamiliar feeling twists in his gut. Usually, all Chuuya wanted to do was pound Dazai to a pulp and throw him into the ocean to drown. Nowadays, he wants to…to…

ARGHHH SNAP OUT OF IT, YOU HATE DAZAI AND HE HATES YOU. Chuuya punched a nearby cargo crate, making a huge dent in it.

“How can a small creature store up so much strength and energy in such a tiny body?” Chuuya flinched at Dazai’s voice and swirled around.

“Ha?! What do you mean? I’m way stronger than you, regardless of height!” Chuuya wrapped his fingers around Dazai’s neck, activating his ability.

The latter smirked. “You need to get on your tiptoes to choke me.” he rested his own hand on Chuuya’s arm and nullified Gravity Manipulation. The veins in Chuuya’s forehead pulsed with irritation as he let go and turned back around, huffing

“Why did you call me here?”

“Ah, the President assigned me to a mission here!” Dazai exclaimed. His hair was rustling in his wind, and Chuuya noticed that he had new bandages wrapped around his arms and a big puffy band-aid under his left eye.

Did he get hurt?

Nah.

Knowing Dazai, he probably has a small gun equipped into his skin just in case something happens.

“...and why did you ask me to come along?”

“I thought I could use your help. Your ability would be quite helpful.” Dazai said. “But other than that, you’re useless!”

“Shut up! I’m one of the five executives in the Mafia!”

“I was an executive too. You ain’t special.” Dazai walked past him.

We were Twin Dark. The infamous Mafia duo. You would be the one to plan our missions and I would be the one to beat our enemies to a pulp. You were the youngest executive in the history of the Port Mafia, achieving the position only when you were around fifteen years old. That was also around the same time you and the Boss brought me into the Mafia. After you betrayed us and left to join the damned Detective Agency…how do you think I, your ex-partner felt?

I hate you so much. I want to kill you every time I look at you.

I hate you.

But now he doesn't believe himself.

Do I hate you?

Do you hate me?

“Wait up!” Chuuya ran after him. “Tell me the details, what’s the mission?”

“This is a foreign loading dock. After the battle with the Guild, we’ve been paranoid of anything coming from America. Recently, Ranpo-san deduced that there would be trouble here today, at this time. Other than that, he refuses to say anything else. He told us to figure it out by ourselves.” Dazai sighed in a whiny manner. “He’s a senior and is closest to the President, so I can’t even disobey him!”

“Aren’t you as smart as him, though?” Chuuya raised his eyebrows. Edogawa Ranpo… the brat who founded the Agency with Fukuzawa Yukichi. His ‘Super Deduction’ is never wrong. But Dazai should be able to figure out everything anyway. He’s super smart too, and his predictions are also never wrong.

Dazai chuckled. “I’m definitely not on the same level as Ranpo-san, but thanks for believing in me, Chuuya-kun~”

Chuuya blushed and tugged at his hat. “Shut up, you suicidal maniac.”

“Speaking of suicide, have you figured out my secret yet?” Dazai asked brightly. As they walked by the people unloading cargo, Dazai waved at them casually. The people exchanged confused looks but paid him no attention.

“Nah. I don’t have time to think about that stupid secret of yours. I’ve been spending my time trying to find you a beautiful woman instead,” Chuuya lied through his teeth. The truth is, he went to sleep the last few days wondering why Dazai hadn’t actually committed yet, even though he had met a bunch of hot women before.

“Awww, really?” Dazai said in a sad voice. “Oh well. We’re here.”

“...what.” Chuuya growled. They had taken a complete roundabout and exited the docking area, and instead had walked back into the main city area. More specifically, the part of the city the Port Mafia headquarters were. “Why the hell are we here, you fucking Mackerel? Didn’t you say that Edogawa brat said there would be trouble at the docks, not the Mafia??”

“Calm down, Chuuya-kun!” Dazai exclaimed. “According to my calculations, trouble will come for the Mafia from the docks. So it’s better if we just stayed here!”

“THEN WHY DID WE MEET AT THE DOCKS??!” Chuuya yelled.

“I just needed to look at something.” Dazai hummed, unbothered.

“Shitty Dazai…”

Since it was already 11pm, there were a lot less people roaming around. The Port Mafia building was just in sight, and they could probably reach it in about thirty seconds if they ran fast. Chuuya could sense a few members hidden in the shadows, no doubt confused why one of the executives was hanging out with an Agency member. He signaled them to back off, and they obliged, albeit very reluctantly.

“My subordinates have probably already informed the Boss of your presence being so near to our headquarters.” Chuuya said. “If trouble is coming for the Mafia, why are you helping us? Aren’t we, like, your worst enemies?”

“I would never give the Mafia the honour of being my ‘worst enemies’.” Dazai huffed. “No, my worst enemy would probably be Fyodor, the impressively intelligent Russian criminal. And to answer your first question…” he leaned down, his lips right next to Chuuya’s ear. “It’s because you’re a part of the Mafia. I’ll be the one to kill you, Chuuya-kun. That’s why I’m helping you - because I’d rather not have you destroyed by someone else.”

Is he trying to sweet-talk me?

…it’s working…

“What a shitty reason.” Chuuya muttered. He was thankful for the dark - it hid the dark red blush coating his cheeks. Dazai smirked and leaned back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Anyhow, I’ve known Mori-san for longer than you have. He knows why I’m here, and he probably won’t bother us.” Dazai said. “Unless, of course, the entire Mafia gets involved. Which it will be, soon enough!”

“We aren’t weak. I’ll fucking kill anyone who dares to defy the Mafia.” Chuuya snarled. “Even if the Mafia other than me gets involved today, it won’t be a big deal. Ane-san and I can easily chop up anyone who stands in our way.”

“Well, it’s not you and ‘Ane-san’ today. It’s you and me, and don’t you forget it~!” Dazai sang, throwing his hands up into the air. “Say, do you think any good bars are open right now? How about the one you were at the other day? Shall we go there?”

“I thought you said trouble was coming.”

“I know, I was just kidding. Jeez!” Dazai pouted. Groaning, Chuuya massaged his temples. This man called me here in the middle of the night and is now spouting ridiculous nonsense and making the butterflies in my stomach flutter. What a bitch!

“...Chuuya-kun.” Dazai lifted his head, his eyebrows furrowed. His silly expression was gone. “I can sense it now.”

“Sense what?”

A devilish smile spread across Dazai’s face, a hint of his old insanity coming back.

“Trouble.”

chapter one

#bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya bsd #chuuya #dazai osamu #dazai bsd #bsd #soukoku #ssk #fanfiction #short fanfiction #wattpad #meaning of life #my story #twin dark #dazai x chuuya

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